Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.